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Chapitre 13: SINAMOI

"HE'S GONE.

Having stuck her head warily out the door, Purna stepped into the corridor, brandishing a splintered chair leg. The walls and carpet were still covered in drying blood and foam from earlier, but the bellhop who had attacked them was nowhere to be seen.

'How many times did you hit him?' asked Logan, emerging from the room with a leg from the same chair. 'Enough to put any regular guy in the emergency ward,' she said. Logan pulled a face.

'You think these freaks abide by the normal zombie rules?' 'Well, I dunno,' she said, frowning. 'I guess that all depends on what the "normal zombie rules" are?' 'You know – destroy the brain, chop the head off … all that shit.' Purna looked at him in disbelief.

'I really hope we don't get into a situation where we have to find out.' She tapped lightly on the neighboring door.

'Sam, it's us.' Immediately it opened, and Sam appeared.

'Hey, I'm loving your weapon,' Logan said drily.

Sam was holding what appeared to be a giant modified egg-whisk. He looked both proud of it and faintly embarrassed at the same time.

'Made it by twisting together all the coat hangers in my wardrobe,' he explained, 'then straightening out the ends.

Figure if those fuckers come for me I'll stab their fucking eyes out.' 'Plus, it can double as a back scratcher,' Logan said.

Sam scowled at him, then glanced at his makeshift sling. 'So you got bitten, huh?' 'Yes, and I know what you're thinking,' said Logan.

'If I get even the teeniest desire to chow down on your brains, I'll let you know.' Purna was already moving stealthily down the corridor, warily eyeing each door.

'What do you reckon?' she asked. 'Stairs or lift?' 'If the lift's empty we should be able to get all the way down to the ground floor in it,' said Logan.

'Fuck that,' said Sam. 'If the door opens and reception is full of those fuckers, we'll be like sardines in a can.' 'More like meatballs,' said Logan, and looked at Purna.

'Talking of which, I think you've given me a hernia.' Sam raised his eyebrows. Purna pursed her lips and shook her head. 'It's not what you think.

' By mutual consent, they bypassed the lift and halted outside the heavy fire door, above which a perspex sign read: IN CASE OF EMERGENCY USE STAIRS.

'Ready?' whispered Purna, wrapping her hand around the door handle. With his stained shirt, makeshift sling, and pasty, hollow-eyed appearance, Logan looked anything but ready. However, he raised his chair leg gamely.

'Bring it on.' Purna yanked the door open with one hand and thrust her chair leg forward with the other.

The first flight of stairs was empty, and there were no obvious sounds of activity from below. 'So far so good,' she said.

They crept down the stairs, and Purna peered around the curve of the banister at the bottom. 'Clear,' she whispered.

The third flight was similarly clear, and so was the fourth. Their rooms had been on the ninth floor, which meant that with two flights to each floor, they had eighteen flights to descend in all. 'Quiet,' Sam said when they were halfway down the fifth flight. Purna halted.

'What have you heard?' 'No, I mean it's quiet.

I thought there'd be more … shit goin' down, y'know?' 'It's 4:30 a.m.,' Purna said. 'Most people are probably still asleep.' Sam considered. 'You think we should warn them?' She shrugged. 'We can't warn everyone. Besides, what would we say?' 'We could … I dunno.

Tell them to stay in their rooms.' 'For how long? They've got no food in there, and I'm pretty sure room service is no longer an option. Besides, people would start asking us questions, wanting to know what's going on – and if we told them, how many would believe us?' 'Fuck,' muttered Sam, as the full implications of what they were faced with occurred to him.

'It's a dog-eat-dog world,' said Logan. 'Every man for himself.' '

That so?' said Sam heavily. 'You better believe it,' Logan replied. 'Anyway, what are you – the caring, sharing gangsta? I thought you rapper dudes didn't give a shit?' Sam gave him a disgusted look.

'Don't listen to a whole lotta rap, do you?' 'I'm more of a Springsteen man myself.' Sam rolled his eyes. 'Rap is all about giving a shit. That's why we're full of such righteous anger all the time.' Logan nodded seriously.

'So – "Who Do You Voodoo, Bitch." That's some kind of social comment, is it?'"


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